The Summer of Secrets

Chapter Three

I put Jim in park and unbuckle myself, throwing the door open and running outside. Please don't let it be hurt I think as I start to get to the back of the car. I have never hit an animal before, let alone a person. If it is a little kid, I am going to feel guilt for the rest of my life about this.

As I approach the back of the car, preparing for the worst, I turn my phones flashlight on and shine it on my victim, who I see isn't hurt at all. He isn't even passed out, he is just lying on the ground in shock. Based on all the hours of watching Greys Anatomy I can tell that he is probably just processing what happened to him. While he is doing that, I am trying to process the guy who is laying at my feet.

Probably around 20, he has curly brown hair and deep brown eyes, those of which are much nicer to stare into than Dean's. His eyebrows are messed up a bit, probably due to my car crashing into him. He is wearing a blue T- shirt that shows off his arms, but that isn't what I am mostly concerned with right now. His hair, still a bit damp from a dip in the ocean and it has a bit of sand in it as well, considering that the parking lot is all sand.

He looks up at me, in fact, right into my eyes. Boy, he is handsome. Yes, I know what you are thinking that I just said that about Dean, but he is handsome enough to be a movie star.

"Oh my god. Are you okay?" I ask, my voice bordering on the edge of frantic.

He looks around, still probably not believing that he got hit by a car, and back up at me.

Oh no. I gave him a concussion. This is the worst thing that could happen.

"Do you have a concussion? Does anything hurt? Are you able to get up?" I ask, kneeling next to him. He looks at me, and smiles. Gosh, when he smiles, it makes him even more attractive than when he isn't smiling.

He sits up, shaking his head and running his hand through his damp hair.

"I think I'm okay." He says in a British accent.

God, he is British too? I can't believe that this is happening. It's like I (literally) hit the jackpot.

Trying to control my voice from revealing my internal freak out, I ask him "Are you sure? Cause I am so sorry that this happened."

"I think something might be broken, actually." He says, and my heart jumps into my throat. "My dignity. And my sense of when to walk behind cars when you were clearly backing up."

I smile, and then tell him "That's not funny. You could have a concussion or something that we don't know now, but could affect you later. I am so sorry Mr...."

"Miller. Nick Miller." He says, holding out his hand. I take it, and shake it. When I do, his face clenches up in pain.

"Nick, I think you might have done something with your hand. I think we should get it examined."

"Does that mean going to the hospital? I wouldn't want to cause you any trouble." He says, starting to get up and brush himself off.

"Yes, that involves going to the emergency room. And it's only 8:00, so I'm sure it will still be light out when we are going there.

He is standing up on both of his feet now, and I was right, he is just barely taller than me. He looks at me again, as if trying to gage if I was someone who was there to help, or something else.

"Is it possible that we don't go to the hospital?" He asks, rotating his hand. "See, it's fine."

I can tell that for some reason he really does not want to go to the hospital. Maybe he doesn't have the care that is necessary? Whatever it is, he is being a real stubborn ass about it. However, I should probably help him, as he is not only hot but we are also the only two people in the parking lot now.

"Well Nick you are in luck! My dad works for the fire department, so he has a little bit of a background in the medical field. Obviously, you are not from here, with your accent and all, so are you staying here for the weekend?"

Nick froze, his thin lips set in straight line. Slowly, he says "I'm staying here for work, but I think my ride left me."

Before I can think about it, I tell him "How about I give you a ride to wherever you are staying? It is the least I can do after almost killing you."

He chuckled. "Well, not to that extent but I would be very grateful." He laughs, and looks over at me, running a hand through his hair.

"That works. But, if I am going to be getting a ride with you, I have to know the name of my rescuer."

I blush. "Tuckett. Sasha Tuckett."

"Well, Sasha Tuckett, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"You too. Again, I am so sorry for hitting you. I was upset, and I guess I didn't notice that I was pulling out so fast."

"Apology accepted." He said while opening up the passenger door and climbing in.

I was about to climb in when I ask, "Do you mind if we stop by at Dunks?"

Nick looks over, seeming confused.

I laugh and explained to him "Dunkin Donuts. It's a coffee chain restaurant. Have you never heard of it before?"

"No, but I do like tea."

I wanted to say Of course you do, you are British but I held it back.

"So..." I start. "Would you mind?"

He seems to remember his train of thought. Looking down at a notification on his phone, he looks back up at me.

"Um." He says, looking at me in a weird way. I smile, thinking to myself Oh gosh, he doesn't like me.

"Sasha, you seem like a very nice girl... but I just realized that I have to get home. My parents are waiting for me, and I don't want to make them nervous by staying out too late."

My heart sinks like a rock.

"I'm sorry." Nick says, looking like he meant it.

I shoot him a fake grin.

"It's okay!" I quip in a tone higher than usual. I shut down the car."I get it. Are you sure you don't need a ride back? It's the least I could do."

"I am okay, thank you Miss Tuckett." He said, getting out. "I think they are already on their way anyways. Thank you, however, for not killing me." He chuckles.

"Oh okay. Bye!" I call out. He waves back, so I back up and head home.

How could a day with so much potential go so wrong? And what made Nick want to leave in such a quick hurry?